I do not own KH2.
mutiny
or rather, when hayner gets ditched. hypothetically.
It started, as always, with Hayner not knowing just how much baiting was too much. In ended, as always, with the disciplinary committee deciding that discipline was a dish best served painfully.
"One more second and I would've had him!" Hayner groaned, frustrated, while Olette hid a smile and dabbed at his scrapes with antiseptic. "Hey, ow - stop that!" he swatted her hand away and she jabbed at a scrape with a little more force than she usually used.
Pence was laughing on his sofa, "Face it, man, you were nowhere close to beating Seifer. Especially with Rai around." This, at least, was fairly true. Raijin had the unfortunate build similar to that of a brick wall. Said brick wall, of course, was also the bodyguard and subsequently took all of the attacks directed at his leader.
"Aw, shut it. And stop eating all the ice cream, would you? Save some for the rest of us."
Pence, who knew better than to take Hayner seriously, took another large deliberate bite out of his ice cream. Hayner scowled, and Roxas laughed.
"Maaan, I'm so sick of Seifer! Seriously, you guys, let's push him off of Sunset Hill." Hayner dropped himself onto a stack of crates and took and exaggerated bite from his popsicle. Olette packed away her first aid kit (which really was just a collection of cotton balls and bandages. Twilight Town didn't see many injuries, really) and sat down next to Pence, handing Roxas a popsicle. He took it with a smile.
"You should probably figure out how to get him up to Sunset Hill in the first place," Roxas suggested with a half-grin, because the thing is with people like Hayner, it's much more enjoyable to humor him. After all, that's what friends are for.
Hayner shrugged, "Trick him, I guess."
"With what?"
"Roxas, man, quite being such a bummer. We'll trick him somehow, show him the sights and then one little push later, it's bye bye Seifer!" He threw his hands up in the air, "Problem solved."
"Hey, Pence, Olette, how much munny do you have?"
"Not much. Maybe eighty," Pence rifled through his pockets. "Why?"
"We need to see how many jobs to take in order to bail him out of jail, that's why." A great deal of snickering ensued with this, and Hayner scowled, standing up to stalk over where the rest of them were sitting.
"What, so you guys think that I'll get in trouble? That I'm dumb enough to get caught?"
Olette smiled thoughtfully, "Well, you just told all of us your plan, didn't you? And they'll probably offer munny to people who know stuff about Seifer's mysterious death."
"And we want to go to the beach, don't we?" Pence grinned. "All in favor of putting Hayner in jail, say aye!"
"Aye."
"Aye."
"Say, how much does a watermelon cost? Do you guys want pretzels or watermelon?"
"Watermelon, of course. Hey, I think we should bring the summer homework along. Maybe we'll get some ideas - "
"OLETTE."
"Fine, fine, if you fail I'll say 'I told you so'."
"We're going to take the train, right? What time should we leave?"
"Good question. Hey, Hayner, when are you gonna murder Seifer? Can you make it early July? The beach is best in July, you know. Hey, Hayner, come one, we've got a schedule to plan!"
"YOU GUYS," Hayner scowled at all of them. "I won't push Seifer off of Sunset Hill, okay?"
"But we want to go to the beach!"
He threw his hands up in the air, "Argh!" and promptly tackled the three of them on the floor of the usual spot, and it was a big mess of limbs and jabs and laughter and melted ice cream.
This was more than enough for them.